Frigid
Twitching Tongues
I am the crown made from dirt
I am no more than the pain and hurt
I am the shrine, I am the proof
I am belief, I am the truth
I am the kingdom born in decay
I am the wolves to which you obey
I am the crypt, I am the youth
I am belief, I am the truth
Frigid heaven, suspended in hell
Without rule, you wish me to fail
You held md down just to watch me bleed
My heart is dead, you will not succeed
You area plague, killing yourself
You are that which can’t escape
You are lost without your faith
You are but a battered embrace
You are not empty, you are a disgrace
It is you who will lose everything
Your judgment will come and I will sing
You held me down just to watch me bleed
My heart is dead, you will not succeed
Follow me to the tomb of your damnation
Death is my weapon, reaping annihilation
I shall rise and rule humbly
When all is over, you are mine
And you will be like me